Showing posts with label musicals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label musicals. Show all posts

Monday, November 16, 2015

God Bless Us Every One



We left behind the television images of emergency lights flashing and sirens screaming. The scene from Paris may have been a half a world away, but with solemn-faced commentators interviewing dazed Parisians who told a story of hate and carnage on a Friday evening, it seemed much closer.

Many of those killed had gone to a concert hall for an evening of entertainment. And that's where we were headed, too, though the music would be decidedly different. We were about to see "A Christmas Carol," a musical production by K-State Theatre. Those in Paris were dancing to Eagles of Death Metal at a Parisian night spot.

We were there especially to see Mrs. Fezziwig, portrayed by our niece, Madison.
Selfie by Madison
As the story, music and dancing unfolded on the McCain Auditorium stage, I still had those horrific images and unanswerable questions in the back of my mind: Why is there so much hate in this world? Why do bad things happen to good people? How do we change it?

The story on the McCain stage is a familiar one. Scrooge "bah-humbugs"  his way through Christmas Eve, spewing anything but Christmas cheer. But, as the Ghost of Christmas Past visits, the audience learns the back story, the circumstances of Scrooge's life that colored his world view, including a father and mother who died too young and a lost love. The Ghost of Christmas Present opens Scrooge's eyes to the challenges that others in his life are facing, circumstances he was too self-centered to see before. And the Ghost of Christmas Future portends an ending no one would choose.

As the musical came to a close Friday night, the cast gathered on the stage for a reprise sung to a standing ovation. From each end of the stage, battery-lit candles were passed from one person to the next, continuing until each person held a light.

Maybe I would have been moved by the words at any performance, but they seemed especially written for a night when terrorism had again rocked the world. I listened with tears in my eyes and looked up the words as we drove away from McCain:
Let the stars in the sky
remind us of man's compassion.
Let us love 'til we die
and God bless us every one.

In your heart there's a light
as bright as a star in heaven.
Let it shine through the night
and God bless us every one.

'Til each child is fed,
'Til all men are free,
'Til the world becomes a family

Star by star in the sky
and kindness by human kindness,
Let me love 'til I die and
God bless us every one.

Idealistic? OK, I'll admit that. But the next day, as we drove toward Topeka to see our granddaughters, I saw this graphic on a friend's Facebook page:
And I again thought of the words from the reprise, " 'Til the world becomes a family ... God bless us every one."

The whole world seems angry. Even those who don't choose to shoot innocent people in cold blood attack with words of hate and intolerance. We hold onto grudges like we're playing tug of war and we must win.

So, "kindness by human kindness," it will take all of us to change.

God bless us every one.

Even the darkness will not be dark to You;
    the night will shine like the day,
    for darkness is as light to You.
Psalm 139: 12

The human spirit is the lamp of the Lord
    that sheds light on one’s inmost being.
Proverbs 20: 27  

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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

The Many Faces of Kinley

Photo by Jill: I wish I could say I took this one. I love it.
Knowledgeable (for 3!)
Imaginative
Nurturing
Loving
Expressive
Y(WHY? It may be a stretch, but "WHY" fits better than any  "Y" word I could come up with!)

It was Brooke's turn in the spotlight yesterday, so today, it's Kinley. Since she's 3, I can still get away with it. In 10 years, I'm sure there will be a ban to rival Homeland Security when it comes to disclosing any information about our oldest granddaughter.
We had the pleasure of taking Kinley to her first musical during our visit last weekend. We went to Aladdin Junior, which featured a cast of children and youth. With a run-time of only 75 minutes, it was the perfect length for the short set.
We are at the cheesy grin stage!
Kinley loves singing and dancing and Disney princesses, so we thought it was the perfect show. She is not too fond of scary things, however, so Jafar - or The Mean Guy, as Kinley deemed him - was not a hit with our little theater go-er. Thankfully, the genie was a precocious little actress who stole the show. She was sassy - not scary (though her entrance with smoke and flashing lights had Kinley covering her eyes again).
Afterwards, she was content to watch Jasmine sign autographs and pose for photos from afar. That's as close as she wanted to get.
Saturday morning, we went to the Farmer's Market near the Kansas Capitol building.
She was quite the helper (after Grandma supplied a little energy with a freshly-squeezed lemonade.)
 
Since Brooke didn't want to ride in the stroller, it turned out to be a good produce cart.
Grandma bought a cookie decorating kit from one of the market exhibitors, so we frosted and "sprinkled" the confections while Brooke had a nap.
Kinley might have nibbled on a little frosting (if you look closely, you'll see the evidence.) She's a girl after my own heart when it comes to frosting.
Kinley loves to draw and color. She also loves to have Grandma read to her (but we didn't get any photos of that). She says that, "Grandma will read the songbooks, too." She has an Annie book where we can bust out our "Tomorrow" and "Maybe" renditions.
Photo by Jill
On Monday, she was so excited to move into her new preschool room at school. She is growing up quickly. I was glad her Daddy sent me a photo so I could see, too!

Friday, May 9, 2014

525,600 Minutes

I've had a song tumbling around in my head since I heard it again this week. The Stafford High School choir performed "Seasons of Love" at its spring concert. The song is from the Broadway musical, "Rent," which I've never seen, but the song transcended the stage.

Having songs on automatic mental repeat is normal for me. Thankfully, this one has both a beautiful melody line and message. And, as it has underscored my days since Monday night, I've thought about how it perfectly illustrates this coming weekend for me.
Brent & his dog he named Lucky, because he was so lucky to have him.
Brent has a birthday on Saturday. For 26 years, I've shared Mother's Day weekend with a special guy. Each of those years represents 525,600 minutes. How do we measure a year?
 Seasons Of Love
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
in daylight,

 in sunsets,

in midnights,
in cups of coffee,

in inches, in miles,
Photo by Gina Dreher
 in laughter, 
in strife
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in a life?


How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love...
Seasons of love...
seasons of love...

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

Five hundred twenty five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
Photo by Stan Reimer, Pratt
How do you measure a life of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned
Photo by Gina Dreher, Wichita
or in times that she cried
 
in bridges he burned

or the way that she died
It's time now to sing out 

though the story never ends
Let's celebrate - 
remember a year in a life of friends
My Mom and me
Remember the love...
(oh, you gotta remember the love) 
Randy and his mom, Marie, March 1956
Remember the love...
(oh yeah, it's a gift from up above)
Remember the love...
(sing out, give out, measure your life in love)

Seasons of love...
Photo by Emily Brensing of Emily J Photography
seasons of love...

Happy Mother's Day to my Mom, to my daughter, Jill, and all the women who have played such a vital role in my life. I'm also remembering my mother-in-law, Marie, and the Grandmas in my life who'll be waiting at heaven's gates.  I've been blessed beyond measure!

Enjoy the beautiful song, if you'd like! 



Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Lessons from a High School Musical

We all need a little help from our friends. It's true whether you're Dorothy Gale, traveling the unfamiliar territory of the Land of Oz, or you're in a waiting room at a hospital, waiting on news from a surgery.
Earlier this month, I went to my alma mater, Skyline High School, to see my niece, Madison, as Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. The unspoken messages have stayed with me long after the familiar strains of "We're Off to See the Wizard" and the applause faded away.
Dorothy is a dreamer. She doesn't get right home from school because she's too busy picking flowers, watching clouds and dreaming about faraway places Over the Rainbow. Sure, she loves her family and her home, but it's a big world out there, and she's curious about what she would find if she could just get away from RFD 2 and explore it.


But then a tornado carries Dorothy far away from the familiar Kansas homestead she shares with Auntie Em and Uncle Henry. And, all of a sudden, Dorothy's biggest goal is to get back back home to the very place that she dreamed about escaping. I've been there. You want to escape a place or a situation, and then when it happens, you realize that it wasn't so bad after all.
Dorothy becomes a hero to the Munchkins after inadvertently crushing the Wicked Witch. The little ones are glad to point her on the way to the Land of Oz, where they advise visiting the Wizard for a way to get back home. Little ones often point the way, if we just listen.

There are other predictably helpful people along the journey, like the Good Witch.
Photo by Caden Patterson from Facebook. My photos with the Good Witch were blurry.
Sometimes, the people who think they are lacking some important attribute just don't realize how valuable they are.

The Scarecrow didn't think he had a brain. But he supplied much of the know-how and logic to get Dorothy where she needed to go.
The Tin Man thought he didn't have a heart. And the Cowardly Lion was sure he didn't have enough courage to make the trip. But they found enough of both to help Dorothy escape the Jitterbugs and the Wicked Witch's equally wicked sister.
Even the scary things sometimes don't look as scary when the lights come up.
We may be walking a yellow brick road or city streets. We may have to stop and get the rocks out of our shoes as we walk pebbly dirt roads. Obstacles inevitably come our way. They take a million different forms - whether situations or people or even just doubting ourselves.

But we find the most valuable asset isn't what we're wearing, even though those ruby slippers do have pizazz. And it's not always the expert who helps us find our way. It's often in the brains and heart and courage and prayers of the ordinary people around us.  They are the ones who help us find the rainbow's treasure. And we don't need a Wizard to help us when God is there for each and every step, through the hills and the valleys. Thanks, my friends. Please keep the prayers coming for Randy.